Scaring sounds of breath I’d been driving for an hour before I noticed the sound of breathing coming from the back seat. That day I drove on a business trip to Elko from San Francisco, where I lived almost alone – with my loved dog Petty. As the trip had been supposed to take a day and night, I had decided to entrust my dog to a friend. He was a cheery guy, and I believed Petty wouldn’t bore with him. It was important because the dog was very attached to me. So then, I noticed the breathing coming from the back seat, and it was like one tried to restrain the short wind. I twirled around, but the back seat was empty! I was scared to death. But in a second I got myself together and parked on the roadside. I made up my mind to look over the seat. With trembling hands I abruptly opened the back door of the car. And what did I see? Petty hid behind the driver’s seat! I sighed with relief, but then was lost in thought: what I would do with it? It would have to take it back and waste two hours on the way.